A/N: Just so you know, I am probably going to write the worst friggin' break up scene ever. I lost my original copy of this chapter somewhere in my math homework, soo...I'm kind of winging it. Wish me luck!
Shortly after tearing her eyes away from the mysterious man at the counter, Jace walked into the cafe. She held her hand up, her lips pursed together,t o show him that she was there. He smiled and walked in her direction. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, no restraint in his action. Clary kissed back, but only barely. She wasn't one to send mixed messages. She patted the desk softly, one of her nervous habits. Jace noticed after he sat down, and put his hands over hers.
"Hey," he said softly. "What's wrong?"
His voice was so smooth, so calm, and his face was full of concern. God, she hoped she wouldn't regret this. She waited a moment, collecting her thoughts before saying, "We need to talk." At his incomprehensive face, she continued with, "About us."
Jace's face paled, and he pulled his hands quickly away from Clary's. For once, he was at a loss for words. For once, he had no idea what to say to her; no snide remark, no sarcastic joke. He was silent, listening, intent.
That scared the crap out of Clary. Just get it over with, already, a little voice screamed in her head.
She took a deep breath. God, why was this so hard? "Remember how we were worried about not wanting each because it was no longer forbidden?" she said quietly.
Jace nodded once, very slowly.
"Well I realized..." she trailed off. Last chance to change your mind... "I realized that I needed that danger. And now it's gone. Jace, I'm breaking up with you."
Jace's eyebrows came down in an angry glare. "That's it?" he said, fury making his voice rise. Other coffee shop patrons stopped what they were doing to watch the angry boy and the guilty girl. "That's it? You're just going to break up with me because our relationship isn't dangerous?"
Clary opened her mouth to respond, guilt like a punch to the stomach. "I-"
"No, Clary," he hissed. "I don't want your petty explanation." He stood from the small table, nearly knocking over the chair, and slammed his fists down onto the desk. He stared into Clary's eyes, his own filling up with tears threatening to spill down his face. He searched her eyes for any sign that she was lying, that this was some sort of practical joke, some sign that would tell him that she still loved him. he found nothing, and sighed deeply before growling, "I hope you're happy, Clarissa." He turned and stormed out of the coffee shop, the door slamming angrily shut behind him.
Clary took a deep breath to compose herself, and told herself that everything would be alright, that she made the right decision. But the stares and gawks coming from the people in the coffee shop were definitely not helping. So, she grabbed her purse, and fled.